life goes by so quickly, its hard to see into the past, its funny how things turn out, its funny what things last, these r the years of importance, the time become a man, forget and forgive for the little things, its time to take a stand, tell these voices inside my head, to just shut the fuck up, i need to tell myself over and over, i havent run out of luck, things may seem bad, and so out of place, but im gaining the understanding, these problems i can face, no bible has helped me, no book has led me this direction, just finally understanding myself, and losing reflection, the pasts in the past, and on this course i wont last, just how much sand, has passed through my glass....
Reason for writing:
when i reflect back to when i was a kid. i see this totally different person than i see now(as im sure millions of people realize everyday) it just seems so wierd that everything important in my life isnt really important anymore. im sick of chasing dreams and whatching them blow up in my face...cipher
Birth sign: Aries
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